Pharoahe Monch - Hustler (Puppet Street) Lyrics

This here is cocaine city
Got four dames with me in the slow lane
Coupe Deville, so hard
They told me they want to sniff some unemployment lines
I gave them equal opportunity, blow jobs
Menace to society
Drink a flask of Bacardi fast, crash, claim sobriety
Still pass a polygraph
Nina in my right hand, her cousins on the night stand
I ain't never work a day in my life for the white man
I am the most imaginative pimp
Slick sentences, diatribes defenseless
When soliloquies set in, it's like cyanide
Lord, I have tried to learn these hoes
But they are hard headed, so god please let it be known
That I'm a hustler


I'm glad we could make it out
You're so cool
You're so cool
And it hurts, now


Kleptomaniac, they used to call me Lefty
Poppa was a rolling stone, the streets is all he left me
So now it's better when I jettison
Jet set, jet ski, cool out
You know man, kick back, Jet Li
I even use to sta, sta, sta, sta, stutter when I talk
But now the cops know that I bop with a ca ca cane
When I be walking up the block
The way they jock my whip I call it Secretariat
Various horses inside my stable, it's hilarious
Scavengers live vicariously thru the hustler pimp
And bottom feed (SKRIMPS)
No woman is exempt -- I hustle so that I can see weed
Scrilla, deceased commanders and chiefs, seaweed
Liberal, I do not discriminate with customers
It's the shit you couldn't sniff if you was Mr. Snuffleupagus
Stay after that green bitch, Captain Kirk, muscle up
Or eat a knuckle sandwich cause I will never struggle
I'm a Hustler
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